Hit' Em Up

First off, fxxk your bitch and the click you claim

Westside when we ride come equipped with game

You claim to be a player but I fxxked your wife

We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fxxked for life

Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip

PuffyBiggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches

We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels

steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules

Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya

cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased

Lil Kim, don't fxxk around with real G's

Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fxxk peace

I let them niggas know it's on for life

So let the West side ride tonight (haha)

Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed

Fxxk wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know, see...

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac

Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh

Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish

Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace

nigga, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafxxkas know what time it is

I don't even know why I'm on this track

ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level

I'ma let my lil homies ride on you

Now you tell me who won.. I see them, they run..(hahaha)

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin up tryin' to be us

How the fxxk they gonna be the mob when we always on our job?

We're millionaires, killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it

Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fxxk with us?

You little young ass motherfxxkaz

Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or sumpin?

You fxxkin' with me, nigga, you fxxk around have a seizure or a heart attack

You better back the fxxk up befo' you get smacked the fxxk up

That's how we do it on our side

Any you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it.. bring it!

But we ain't singin', we bringin' trauma

Fxxk you and your mothafxxkin mama

We gonna kill all you motherfxxkaz

Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie

Then everybody had to open they mouth with a mothafxxkin opinion

Well this how we gonna do this... Fxxk Mobb Deep!

Fxxk Biggie... Fxxk Bad Boy as a staff record label

And as a mothafxxkin' crew!

And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy

Then fxxk you, too! Chino XL, fxxk you too!

All you motherfxxkaz

Fxxk you too!

(Take money) 2x

All of y'all motherfxxkaz, fxxk you

Die slow motherfxxka

My fo fo make sure all y'all kids don't grow

You motherfxxkaz can't be us or see us

We're motherfxxkin thug life ridahz

West side 'till we die!

Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfxxkaz

We do our job

You think you mob, nigga, WE the motherfxxkin' mob

Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz

All you motherfxxkaz feel us

Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple

(Take money)

You niggaz blast as our staff got

Guns at they motherfxxkaz back

You know how it is

When we dropped records, they felt it

You niggaz can't feel it

We the realest

Fxxk 'em, we Bad Boy killin'

(We killin')